I am bored. And so you get to read my posts.

I'm currently seeing how long I can manage to procrastinate before I absolutely have to start writing the paper I have due tomorrow. It's exciting. It has so far involved making progress on reading my way through the latest issue of bb_shousetsu, re-organizing some of my music collection, finishing a book, and wandering various streets and bookstores for a while.

But I'm being good and am not attending the screening of Nanny Diaries that is apparently on tonight. (Alright, I would totally have have gone as yet another way to waste time, if only the wandering through bookstores had not meant I hadn't gotten the email about it in time to pick up the free tickets.)

I was going to join in on the annual WIP amnesty day, which was apparently this weekend, but I seem to have lost all copies of the story I was planning on posting. That's... really annoying. Not terrible, I suppose, because the only reason I was going to post it was because I had no intention of finishing it, but I still do hate to lose a story forever, even one half-done. I wonder if I have any printed off copies anywhere.

MAKE IT STOP

AHH OH GOD.

So, apparently this coffeeshop has writers come in and read their work every other Thursday (or something like that; I'm not certain of what the schedule is), and currently someone is reading a story about the Terrible Tragedy of a little Mormon girl becoming the seventh wife of an old man (yeah, there's an original concept).

And it features lines like "they peered between my legs to be sure I was still pure" and "'Pretty child,' he said, 'pretty, pretty child'" and spiders in people's mouths and something about goat-suckers, I don't even want to know, I'm turning my headphones up higher.

AHH OH GOD.

And because it makes me feel like less of a terrible person, buy this story and others here